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Telstar Jimmy Poem
We wore our meri blouses
And on stilts built our houses…
We carried our bilums so beautiful
And custom dressings so very colourful.
We wore our island dresses
And displayed our art in richness…
We played our native string-band
And drew creative designs on sand.
We wore our dark sulus
And brown costumes not too loose…
We had high standards of fashion sense
And portrayed our crafts so immense.
We wore our shell necklaces
And a smile on our pretty faces…
We proudly exhibited our pan-piping
And were famous for our musical singing.
We wore our Caledonian dresses
And straw hats with leaves of freshness…
We spoke in our native francophone
And laid out our valuable money in stone.
So much vast diversity in culture
And numerous traditions needing nurture…
So much customs unique in many ways
Being revived and exposed these 14 days.
Though we were faced with many challenges
We have overcome for much further voyages…
PNG, Vanuatu, Fiji, Solomon & New Caledonia –
Still one and still celebrating the values and spirit of our Melanesia.
Copyright © Telstar Jimmy | Year Posted 2020
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Telstar Jimmy Poem
I raised my voice…
My voice to say what I believe;
To show others what I perceive,
But you tormented me in grieve.
I raised my voice…
My voice to show I matter;
To prove I wasn’t least nor latter,
But you discarded it as idle chatter.
I raised my voice…
My voice to fight against wrong;
To snub injustice that ruled so long,
But you drowned the words in that song.
I raised my voice…
My voice to speak for my kind;
To share what I also had in mind,
But you banished all that I inclined.
I raised my voice…
My voice to display my plight;
To vent my freedom of speech right,
But you violently took away my sight.
I raised my voice…
My voice to convey that I too can;
To ascertain that I too was still human,
But you still neglect me for being me – a woman.
Copyright © Telstar Jimmy | Year Posted 2020
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